Chapter 35: Walking away - Cole

I have had many fantasies over the last two years since Monet has bloomed into every man's fantasy. All of it ends with me being balls deep inside her, spraying her with my sperm, marking her so every other guy will have no choice but to stay far away from her.

Not in any one of those fantasies has she kissed me first. It was always me who made a move on her, sometimes against her will, so my body goes still in shock in the cool water at full lips on mine.

My dick gets hard immediately, and there's so many things I want to do, like shift her to my front, thrust my tongue into her mouth, shift the white bikini bottoms and burying my dick inside her tight little virgin pussy.

But somewhere in the back of my mind, the big brother Cole still resides, and he wins this battle.

I do the opposite of what I really want, and I pull away from her lips, smiling. "You haven't kissed me on the lips since you thought it's embarrassing that people would see."

Embarrassment washes over her face, and she untangles her legs from around my waist, and I reluctantly let her go as she starts kicking water by herself.

She thinks I think the kiss was innocent. But I know she's going to regret it the moment I kissed her back, and I don't want any regrets. I wouldn't be able to live with the fact that she kissed me in the moment and afterwards wished that she didn't.

I want her to want me like I want her. I want her to only breathe me inside her.

"And it won't happen again." She rolls her eyes playfully at me, but I can read the real intent of the kiss in her golden eyes. "Race you back!"

She starts swimming back to shore, but I stay in the lake, my dick definitely going to be a tell if I get out now.

Monet kissed me.

She actually put her lips on mine, and not in a sisterly way.

I know she's already thinking about what she did, chastising herself, because she always overthink things.

Now I'm the one regretting how I handled that. I should have kissed her back, maybe that was the only chance I would have ever gotten. Now I only know how her lips feel on top of mine. Full, claiming, wanting me to do dirty things. What would those lips look like around the girth of my dick? Would she look at me with those innocent golden eyes?

There are other people in the lake. Luckily the ones with little kids are playing in the shallow water, and there aren't really people to where I'm standing with the water coming up to my neck, because I'm untying my swimming trunks underneath the water and taking my hard dick out, stroking it hard.

I have to do this, I have to get this unthinkable desire for my sister out of my body, before I do things that I can never take back. This has to be enough, my hand pushingly stroking my hard lenghth. Watching her on camera is all I can ever allow myself to have.

Her mother gave up a lot of things to raise me. She left her marriage, raising her daughter without a father. All because of me, and a vow she made to my mother when they were still in university that they would take care of the other's children if something were to ever happen.

Shivers run down the back of my legs, my mind conjuring up the taste of Monet's pussy when I licked her when she was passed out in my bed. I want to feel it again, the warmth of her pussy on my tongue, the musky taste of her fragrance .I want to open up her tight folds with my fingers again, wishing it was my dick spearing inside her, claiming her cherry.

What does her breats look like in person? I have only seen it on camera. I only want to see it once in my lifetime in real life, then I will end all of this madness. Just one more time if she passes out in my bed again, I will stop then. I will let her go and have the life she deserves. And I will stay in the background, allow her to to fall in love with someone that isn't me.

Even as I think those words and cum into the water, I know that it will kill me. When I saw her with James, all I could think of was how I could kill him so he doesn't get to have what is mine.

I tie my trunks again, and swim back to the shore taking my time.

Monet is wrapped up in her towel, avoiding my gaze, and I knew she was going to feel awkard, so I kiss her cheek with a loud of smack, making her ears turn pink the way they do when she's embarrassed. "Ready to head back, Stinker?"

I haven't called her by that nickname in years, and she scrunches her nose adorably. "Yeah, it's starting to get a little chilly out here."

The sun is setting, casting a beautiful glow on the water, and instead of gathering everything, I plop down on my towel and pat the space next to me, getting my phone.

"Luke and Amy are still out on the water, let's watch the sunset until they come back."

I can feel her apprehensiveness, but she lowers her body next to mine, still keeping some distance between us.

I take a picture of the beautiful sight, then a selfie of the two us.

"Now we can remember this day forever." I tell her.

As if my memory would ever allow me to forget.

This is the day Monet kissed me.

Even though I couldn't kiss her back, it has still become the best day in my life so far.